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Editor-in-Chief — Dorothy Harris
Assistant Editor-in-Chief — Howard Harris
Alumni — Margaret Donovan
Athletics — Walter Gavin
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jokes? — Martha Hylen, Bertha Washington
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Once more the season of frivolity has
arrived. Once more we rush into one
shop and out into another in a frenzy of
last minute shopping. Once more we
stop to think of the Child who, born in
such a lowly place, gave His life for us.
This is the one time in the year when
the home is a place of jollity: when holly
wreaths and candles adorn the windows
and the inevitable mistletoe is hung and
the Christmas tree is trimmed in a myriad
of rainbow hues; when stockings are rilled
and last gifts wrapped, then — how our
hearts warm with a feeling of peaceful
It is the Spirit of Giving. The Christ-
mas Spirit. Even the tiniest card may
bring the greatest amount of happiness.
Just a sunny smile may fill a lonely heart
with Christmas cheer.
And if smiles bear so much happiness,
^o we not dispense them more free-
Wp may not be able to give i.ch gilts
as did the Three Wise Kings but we can
give a smile or a little token, that will be
as welcome as the Widow's Mite. And
then, shall we feel the Spirit of Christ-
mas and the ethereal angels singing with
div ; nely exquisite harmony, that wonder-
"Peace on the earth, Good will to Man."
D. H. '22.
Nous vous souhaitons tous un bien
The Spirit of Christmas.
It is the season of youth and jollity,
and, being young, we can put only our
youngest and jolliest efforts into this edi-
tion of the Oracle.
We believe that if you notice carefully
you will perceive a great improvement in
our literary department. We have worked
extra hard to edit this edition because of
the short space of time between the
Thanksgiving number and this one. We
feel that special credit is due our Adver-
You as townspeople of Randolph prob-
ably realize the reason for the great num-
ber of "ads" in our paper. It is, of
course, lack of finance. The advertise-
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ments pay our expenses. We cannot de-
pend on the circulation. We could, how-
ever, rely more on the circulation and
have fewer "ads" if the people would take
The advertising manager is up against
a "stiff Proposition". She travels around
town and to Brockton about a dozen times
each month, collecting money and pro-
curing "ads". Even then her work is not
complete. She must type and place these
"ads" for the printer's benefit. She is
willing to do this. We are willing to help
COULDN'T YOU HELP TOO?
As I stepped from my home on the
morning of November 30, 1921, I was as-
founded at the magnificence of the scene
before me. The trees, clad in their ex-
quisite covering, which might be likened
to thousands of flashing diamonds, trans-
formed the surrounding landscape into a
veritable bower of fairyland. One
might truly think that he had stepped, as
if by magic, from one world to another.
Mother Nature well deserves her name of
"Landscape Artist," for never was a more
charming picture presented to earthly
eyes. The drooping elms, laden with their
precious burden of shining jewels; the
sturdy oaks, bearing proudly their new
garments; the very grass formed a glis-
tening carpet for our feet. And when the
sun's rays touched the trees, I caught my
breath at the beauty of it, and I fervently
wished that I were an artist that I might
portray that splendid scene.
Alice Dorey '24.
Time: The near future.
Scenes: The Orient and America.
Bernard Gray, an adventurer.
Alison Bon Hue, an attraction, and
The Mandarin, her father.
Near the Siberean Shores, out on the
ice-covered ocean, a cruiser was drifting.
Swaying and creaking it sailed, towards
the Orient. The Shores of China grew
The man on the slippery deck caught
his breath. A body, a live body, was
struggling in that fearful Sea of Death.
Suddenly he realized the awfulness of
that situation; thinking and acting quick-
ly, and discarding his furs ,he drew a life
belt round him, and leapt into the stormy
waters. Nearer and nearer he came to
that floating, struggling, half-dead body.
Ah. He had it! Back on the cruiser
once more, he changed his dripping cloth-
ing, and examined his victim. A girl!
Slowly but surely he brought her back to
consciousness. Her face was white and
pinched, but soon the warmth of the
cabin fire brought the natural roses to her
cheeks; her hair was a sunlit brown, and
curled becoming around her forehead.
Her eyes were brown, deep and sincere,
with a look of troubled wonder. He spoke
to her in French, but she shook her head.
"Have you saved me from the slave
trader?" she asked in the Chinese lan-
"Yes. Can you not speak French?"
"No, I can speak but the Chinese and
English languages," she responded.
"English! Then tell me your story!"
Pac ; ng the cabin floor, later he thought
and thought. Yes, he would bring her
back to her home. He must work quick-
ly, he pondered, for her story spoke for
itself. The slave trader's cruiser, from
which she had escaped, would seek for
her, he knew, and he must reach the
Speaking in the Chinese language, he
informed the Mandarin, (for she was the
Mandarin's daughter), that he was an
American Fur Trader, and while looking
for seals, had found his daughter, in the
icy waters of the Pacific Ocean.
The Mandarin, overjoyed at the girl's
safe return, offered gold, and precious
stones to this stranger, but he refused all.
"Stay here," said the Mandarin, "and
surely before many days there will be a
way in which I can help you." So the
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American fur trader remained in the
Orient, and became great friend* with
the Mandarin and his beautiful daughter,
Alison Bon Hue.
One day — ah! that eventful day! He
overheard plans. Japanese plans, they
were. Only hints of what might happen,
did he draw from those yellow people.
On a secret island, in the region of
Siberia, was a great Japanese base. Here,
in secret, great Aquatic Aero Cruisers
were being invented. This Gyroscopic
Invention sailed the ocean, and would
raise a boat to the surface of the water
and destroy friction. This invention
would enable the Oriental to gain power
and prestage over the Occidental.
Excited by the news, the fur trader
told the Mandarin of this inevitable plan,
and the Mandarin, very thankful to the
fur trader, offered his help.
"My friend," said the Mandarin, "now
is the time! Listen. I shall give you
sailing boats. You shall disguise yourself
as a Chinaman, and pretend that your trip
is for the purpose of sealing. Then, my
friend, shall I feel as though I had partly
Bidding goodbye to his friends, and
with a last word to the girl, he departed.
On a Volcanic Island, where the atmos-
phere was ever temperate, he detected
the secret base of the Japanese.
The Japanese, ever alert and suspicious,
dropped great bombs on the sailing boats.
The fur trader, realizing his danger, dove
overboard, and as Fate would have it,
finally obtained help from an American
His arrival in the United States meant
much to the Government. A sudden re-
port, out of nowhere, it seemed, was giv-
en that Japan was intending to attack the
Only the fur trader, Bernard Gray,
knew from whence this message had come.
The Mandarin's daughter had kept her
promise. She was aiding him in every
possible way. Often he wondered how
she obtained the news he received, but
she was silent on this question.
"PHILIPPINE ISLANDS CAPTURED!"
The headline stared out at the reader.
A large fleet of Aquatic Aero Cruisers,
carrying great racks of poisonous gas
bombs, had suddenly attacked the Islands,
and there were few, if any, survivors.
These great Aquatic Aero Cruisers
were travelling at one hundred and fifty
miles an hour, towards the United States.
What would be the Fate of America?
Paul Camelio has entered S. H. S. as
a special student.
Miss Hand has selected a new song en-
titled "Forest Dance" it is to be one of
the graduation numbers.
Miss Hutchins, of the faculty, has re-
turned from a short illness.
The Girls' Athletic Club of S. H. S. is
planning an exhibition to be given in
Stetson Hall in the near future.
Miss Allen, the French teacher, has
been confined to her home by illness.
The students of Stetson High had fuil
charge of the Red Cross drive of Ran-
dolph. They collected $160.00. Pres-
cott $11.00, Belcher $10.00, Tower Hill
R. J. McMasters, manager of Gregg
Shorthand in New England, visited S. H.
S. December 7. He addressed all the
commercial students in the assembly and
spoke at both shorthand classes.
He has charge of the Boston office at
present. Mr. McMasters has been in the
New York office and at one time was a
teacher of the system in California.
While he has been with the Gregg Short-
hand people he has traveled through thir-
ty-five states of the Union. -
The shorthand pupils of S. H. S. wish
to take this opportunity to thank Mr.
McMasters for visiting us and hope that
he will come next year.
OUT OF THE DARKNESS
Snow! Snow! Snow! The whole
earth seemed to be covered with snow.
It sparkled from the housetops. It was
"ridged inch deep' on every tree. The
world was a veritable Fairyland.
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Inside the walls of the great stone
house it was not so bright and cheery.
The sparkling brightness of the outside
world could not penetrate the. thick gray
In one room all the shades were drawn.
It was dark and somber. On the couch
lay a young man. He was tall and broad
shouldered. His face, had it not borne a
look of dissatisfaction might have been
good looking. His hair curled attractive-
ly and his eyes were large and dark. If
you saw him in the daylght, however, yon
would have seen what made his life dark,
he was blind.
Since his return from France, he had
been blind. This in itself was not so
serious, for the doctors felt that in a few
years his sight would return provided all
nervous strain were removed. But he had
been depressed and he had not recovered
from that depression. For days at a time
he would lie still, eating nothing, and
sneaking to no one. His mother was
In a burst of confidence, he had told
her that while he was serving in France
as an aviator he had been entrusted to
carry important papers in to the lines.
He remembered that suddenly he could
not see, but with the aid of his pilot he
made a landing. He remembered of hear-
ing a girl's sweet voice, and then — -dark-
ness! He became conscious when he
reached his base again. He was ques-
tioned about the papers. They were
gone! Then the pilot told a very quee L -
story. Barry had left his plane; had
spoken to a girl and he, the pilot, "had no
doubt but that they were both spies/'
Barry was not condemned because of his
condition and was sent to a hospital where
he was nronounced temporarily insane.
In reality, he was under terrible strain
wondering where those papers could be.
The worry never left him. He returned
home with the terrible, baffling question
st'll unsolved. Sometimes it seemed as if
it would indeed drive him crazy. To
think that those fellows thought him a
His mother entered the room with the
mail. This always cheered him up a bit.
One letter was from an old friend of his,
a man much older than he. He remem-
bered having visited him when he was
just out of college. The letter contained
an invitation for Barry to spend the
Christmas holidays with him at his home
in the adjacent state.
"Really, Barry," said his mother, "I
think it is very kind of Dr. Livingston to
think of you and it would do you a world
of good to accept his invitation."
"Accept his invitation!" echoed Barry
in an amazed voice, "accept in my condi-
"Why not?" pursued Mrs. Churchill,
"you should at least act like a man." It
hurt to say this and she saw Barry wince,
but she knew something must be done to
arouse his interest.
"Now I have thought of a very good
plan. Henry can motor you over, it's
only half a days trip and of course Dr.
Livingston will have everything necessary
for your comfort. Maybe he can help
you too. Now when would you like to
start, dear?" The tactful mother had
everything planned and the next day Bar-
ry was being welcomed by Dr. Livings-
They were seated before the fire on
Christmas Eve. Barry was much happier
than he had been for months but he still
wore that dissatisfied, worried expression.
Suddenly the softest strains of music
came to their ears, and the sweetest voice
Barry had ever heard was singing softly
"Adeste Fidelis." It drifted into "Noel"
and all the wonderful Christmas hymns
and the violin accompaniment was per-
fect. Barry rose to his feet and walked
uncertainly to the door. Looking beyond
he saw — yes, for a moment he really saw
— a beautiful golden haired girl seated
at the piano singing gloriously, wonder-
fully, divinely and a boy somewhat young-
er than she palying the violin. The girl
arose as he entered the room. She
turned toward him, her eyes lifted to his.
"My monsieur!" she exclaimed, her
face flushing with pleasant surprise and
her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Don't you remember me? Come, I shall
tell you. Ici M'sieur."
She led him again to the fireplace and
spoke to Dr. Livingston.
"Oh, my uncle Jacques, why did you
not tell me of this young m'sieur? He js
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my friend, my friend a long time ago."
"Your friend!" exclaimed Dr. Livings-
ton, "why Marquisette you have only been
in America two weeks and I'm sure you
haven't met Mr. Churchill before."
"Oh, but I have, I have, I tell you I
have. Listen bien."
She began the tale in her sweet quaint
interpretation of the English language.
"It was a long time ago — the war — you
remember m'sieur. You came to the lit-
tle town of Duchesny. It was early dawn
when your machine — your flying machine
—landed in our field. You staggered
from it and I met you in the field. You
said you were hurt. You could not see.
You gave me papers. I brought them to
Monsieur le general and he asked me to
find you but I searched and searched. I
could not find you, my brave monsieur."
"You — you took those papers? You
delivered them, you're sure? Barry
asked the questions curtly, his face ashy
"Oh, yes M'sieur and I was so proud.
Monsieur le general called me the "war
heroine." You remember now m'sieur?
Why what is the matter, vite, vite, some
water anything quick."
The young man had half risen to his
feet and then fallen forward. Dr. Liv-
ingston came to his rescue.
"It's alright," gasped the boy "wait I'll
tell you. Those papers! I didn't know
what happened to them. I did not know
I gave them to you. My plane had been
struck and the shock had blinded me.
Oh! It's such a relief." He sank back
in the chair, simple joy illuminating his
His glance wandered toward the girl
and even though he could not see she
v/ent to him.
"Let's go for a walk," he said.
The doctor smiled his approval and
Marquisette returned, her lovely face
peeping from her rich furs and a jaunty
little blue hat crowning her golden hair.
The moon had just risen. The air was
mies and then stopped on the bridge to
listen to the water.
Barry broke the deep solemn silence.
"It is a perfect Christmas eve and it
will be a more perfect Christmas day I
feel sure. You don't know what you
mean to me. You have made me a strong
healthy man again, little Marquisette. This
thing has preyed on my mind until I
thorght I could stand it no longer, and
then you — just you — have straightened
things out so easily. And mark dear,
when I heard your voice singing so divine-
ly, I knew that something wonderful was
going to hanpen. I felt it. It was the
Christmas Spirit. And I saw you — real-
ly saw your golden hair, and lovely eyes."
She lifted her face to his and answered
simply, "Yes, it was the Christmas Spirit."
It always brings something wonderful.
Oh see M'sieur. The Wise Man's Star.
How bright it is! Do you see it Barry?"
And Barry lifted his eyes and beheld
rising out of the 'Darkness the Star of
Hope, of Life, and of Love.
Dorothy Harris, '22.
Miss Mary Dean '22 enjoys Reference
Work. What attraction can there be in
the Public Library Hallway?
Miss Margaret Donovan '22 firmly ob-
jects to having secret sessions in the As-
sembly Room. Is the "Open Door" both-
Miss Angeline Crovo, has obtained her
auto license. It is rumored that she
offered her instructor a "chew of gum,"
Members of class of '22 have started
preparations for the annual Senior play.
Mrs. Gove talked with the class December
7, and rehearsals will start next week.
The Seniors held a social December 2:
it was the 6th of the series planned.
Miss Beatrice Randall '23 is on the
road to "Success." Her by-path is the
Boston Conservatory of music.
Miss Hazel Pepper '22 has recently
supplied us with the important informa-
tion that she is "Sick of Jazz."
Miss Lillian Creutz has suddenly deter-
mined to enter into the "Bachelor Girls
Miss Mildred Noyes '22, our "doughnut
lassie", has sold $100 worth of foodstuffs
Miss Dorothy Harris is on the verge of
a collapse. IThe only remedy is a cessa-
tion of "Virgil".
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School notes on the remainder of the
class of '22 will be found in the next issue
of the Oracle.
THESE THINGS I LOVE.
These things I love and they are friends
to me —
A pearl-pink east above the summer sea.
A cold green sunset over snow-waved
The earth incense that the furrow yields.
These things I love because they bring me
The hush that comes when evening bird
The setting moon above the mountain
The drift of leaves across the road in
These things I love because they are so
My woodland path through banks of
The shadbush shining in the naked wood,
The mountain hiding in its cloudy hood.
These things I love, but more than all the
I love the longing and the eager quest
For beauty dreamed, that makes us still
Beyond the world rim to the heart's do-
This wonderfully exquisite little nature
poem was written by Walter Prichard
Eaton. He is one of our modern writ-
ers. He is well known for his dramatic
criticisms and for his writing of short
stories. We have published this poem
because we think it one of the most beau-
tiful modern nature poems that we have
Miss Rich (who had just involuntarily
disclosed a secret) — "Gee, now I've gone
and spoiled the fun."
Miss Burrill — "Oh Richie, you'd better
keep quiet. Every time you open your
mouth you put your foot in it."
JUNIOR CLASS NOTES
One dollar was donated from our class
treasury for the Red Gross.
We wish to extend our most cordial
welcome to Mr. Kenneth Simmons who
has returned to our class.
The sympathetic Sophomore class took
pity on us and invited us to their social
which was held December 16. We had a
very enjoyable and interesting time.
We were sorry to accept the resigna-
tion of our Penny Collection Treasurer,
Rose Komich, and Dorothy Swain
has been elected to the office.
On account of severe illness Gertrude
Leonard has been obliged to remain at
home for several weeks. We sincerely
hope she will soon recover.
The juniors are looking forward with
much interest to their Junior Reception.
CHARACTERISTICS OF CLASS OF 1923
Alice L. '
Martha — "You
The book worm
No trouble to anyone
The Jazz Baby
Oh, stop it
The whole class
The long of it
The thin of it
The small of it
The big of it
Oh, those curls
The prize dancer
Stingy with gum
sit on every joke we
I wouldn't if there wai
any point to them."
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This term we have great difficulty in
obtaining exchanges, as the papers do not
come in very rapidly. We sincerely hope
that in the future we shall be able to
greatly enlarge our exchange dept.
We are very glad to welcome :
Homespun, Somerset, Kentucky. An
interesting paper with a good exchange
The Mentor, published by Inmates of
Mass. State Prison. Your stories are ex-
Review, Newton High School. Your
editorials and literary dept. are excellent.
A more individual tone would be added if
you would make a few helpful comments
on your exchanges.
The Student, English High School,
Providence, R. I. Your paper is exceed-
ingly small for such a city as Providence,
as your editorial concisely states. Your
literary dept. is very good.
Angeline Crovo, '22.
TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
OF AN EXCHANGE EDITOR
Poor Me! Hour after hour, day after
day, I patiently await each mail hoping
and praying there will be some exchanges
for the "Stetson Oracle", but in vain.
What can be the trouble? Is it that my
exchange editors have forgotten S. H. S.,
or is it that we are the only live school
around these parts?
Exchange at once with the "Stetson
The Exchange Editor.
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS
An illuminating star, exceeding all
others in its brightness and size cast its
rays upon the little town of Bethlehem,
where a royal birth had just occurred.
The Omnipotent God had perfected this
star in such a way that by means of its
splendor, it foretold glad tidings to all.
It proclaimed to the universe that a Re-
"A man may have a strong will but it\s
dollars to doughtnuts that his wife has
a stronger won't.
deemer had come and had brought peace
and good will to all mankind.
The three wise kings while out on a
nocturnal vigilance saw the glaring star
and realizing the importance of its mes-
sage, directed their steps towards the
Over hills, through crowded cities,
around villages, it led them. Finally th's
unique star stopped. They had reached
the stable, which was their destination.
As the pilgrims entered the habitation
of sacred birth, they became amazed at
it's poverty. IThey perceived their king,
wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a
horse's manger. Informed by this scene
that Christ was born midst poverty and
humiliation, they consoled Mary and pre-
sented the babe with gifts of myrrh and
Mary related to them that she and her
spouse were refused shelter everywhere.
Mary was scorned and slighted, but she
bore all with fervent patience. After a
diligent search they finally managed to
obtain this stable. It was in this place
of poverty, inhabited by the beasts of the
field, dampened by the recent storms, and
open to the weather on one side that
Mary, the Mother of God, gave birth to
the King of all kings.
The poverty of the surroundings was an
indication that this divine king was born
to do some great work in the world.
"Oh! happy poverty, where you are not
present we cannot expect eternal and
Though Mary was lamenting in her
heart because of the environments of such
a distinguished birth, yet she was prais-
ing and thanking the Lord for bestowing
such a unique and ethereal privilege on
In the midst of his prayers an angel
appeared to Joseph. The heavenly mes-
senger announced to Joseph the cruel law
or wicked Herod, for the purpose of rid-
ding the world of a king who would most
assuredly become Herod's rival.
Joseph aroused the Holy Mother and
prepared for their flight into Egypt. The
Lord sent the Bethlehem Star to light
their way and a chorus of angels to pro-
tect them from threatening dangers. Thus,
the "Holy Family" fades from our view
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as night spreads it's dark tresses over the
universe, and a chorus of Seraphim and
Cherubim sing sweetly,
"Noel, Noel, Born is the King of
Ruth Cutting, '22.
Miss Diauto was coughing to attract her
Mr. Powderly (impatiently) : "Why
not try Smith Bros.' Cough Drops.
Miss Diauto: Only five cents a pack-
Miss Rent, reading in French, mistook
'VBishop of Mayence", for Bishop of
Miss Allen: "'Mayonnaise", iMiss Rent?
Miss Rent (absently) : "Yes's I Card;.
Miss Toomey was jingling a handful of
loose change for the benefit of the class.
Mr. Powderly remarked ( quietly ) :
"Can you change a quarter, Miss Toom-
Messier: "Miss Green how do you
Miss Green: "Which to?"
Messier: "Why 't-o' to, of course.
Messier: "What time is it, Miss Craw-
Miss Crawley: "Time for you to be
We are glad to welcome Paul Camelio
to our English Class.
The Sophomores held a Class Meeting
December 1, and elected the following
President, Albert Murphy; Vice Presi-
dent, Alice Dorey; Treasurer, Barbara
Belcher; Secretary, Rose Diauto.
Mr. Powderly claims that all "gum
chewers" belong behind the "ribbon coun-
ter" in Woolworth's.
Doctor — "I'm afraid I'll have to operate
Beauty — "Oh doctor, will the scar
Doctor — "No, not unless you go into
THE CALL OF THE BELLS
"Silent Night, Holy Night.
"All is calm, all is bright."
The voice paused for a moment, and a
sob echoed thru the darkened room. The
singer rose from her position near the
great piano, and walked slowly to the
window, where she stood, gazing into the
sleety, ice-covered streets below.
"Oh, how I hate it! Hate it all! This
house, this weather, and this city! If
only I were home again!"
"Home, Home, Sweet Home."
The music 'drifted to her from the
apartment across the hall.
"Oh, stop it! Stop it! I can't bear
to hear it. Stop I say," and the girl,
scarcely conscious of her actions, burst
into the room across the hall.
"Be it ever so humble!"
"Do you hear? Stop that infernal
screeching. Stop that singing. Stop — oh,
Slowly the figure turned and gazed at
the white-faced excited girl.
"Pardon me, but who are you? Why —
who — " the figure rose and walked to
the side of the half-crazed girl.
"Nell! My God, girl — how on earth —
Nell! I say speak to me," but the girl
gazed at the man before her, with horror-
"You! Oh, it cannot be — it is not —
"Sister! Nell! Sweetheart! What is
the matter? I'm no ghost. Here you
are — burst-ng into my room demanding
me to cease my ramblings — and now you
refuse to acknowledge my presence and
kinship. Girlie — -where have you been
for so many months? Come — gain your
strength, and tell me everything!'
"No — no — Jack. Let me go !" but
suddenly the girl's sobbing ceased and she
"Jack, its Christmas Eve, listen — hear
the bells! Oh, Jack, they tell me to go
home — home to the old folks — home,
home, home! Jack — shall I go? Am I
worthy to answer the call of the bells?
Jack — am I?"
"Yes, yes, dear sister. Come. We will
go home together."
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Thirty minutes later the girl, bundled in
furs, stood in front of her locked apart-
ment, waiting for her brotaher.
"Come girlie. We will buy Mother
and Dad many gifts, and go home, Nell —
During their shopping expedition Neil
told Jack her story.
"I've suffered, Jack, I've suffered. Af-
ter I left home to act here, I realized my
mistake. I had money — plenty of it —
but money does not always bring hap-
piness — dear. Then, suddenly I remem-
bered the story that Mother once told as.
How the Christ Child lived and suffered
for us, and had no need of gold, and then
I compared my worthless though gold-
showered life. Oh, Jack — I repent, tru-
ly; but temptation called, and I, weak-
willed and selfish — responded. Ana then,
Jack — the Bells — the Call of the Bells,
beckoned to me. Those bells that explain
all meaning of Christmas tide, and Love,
true and unselfish! All evening they
have been sounding through my hot, tired,
wearied forain. Oh, Jack, how glad I
shall be to get home once more, to Mother
and Dad, to 'Peace and Happiness.' "
Once more the girl broke down under
the spell of her weakness, but she (finally
regained her consciousness of the present,
and listened to her brother's story.
"(Mother and Dad were worried. Nell,
and I promised to follow you until you
were within reach — at last I've found
you! Why didn't you write, Nell?"
"I — I couldn't Jack — I couldn't force
myself to think of Home when I reached
that stand of Fame — but now — "
"Hurry Nell — here's our train — to
Home — Girlie — To Home!"
In the kitchen of a great white farm
house, sat an old gray-haired couple.
"Mother — Its Christmas Eve and no
word from Nell and Jack. Hark! Do
you here the Bells? Christmas Bells! and
Sleigh Bells!" The old man rose from
his chair and hobbled towards the en-
trance when suddenly the door flew
"Merry Christmas, Mother!"
"Merry Christmas, Dad!"
Two young voices echoed through the
"Nell! Jack! Daughter! Son!"
The old couple responded but stood, as
in a trance, amazement written on their
happy, beaming faces. "Dear Mother
and Father, we've answered the Call of
L. Creutz, 1922.
A KNOCK ON THE FRESHMEN
The Freshmen, you know, are little Mites,
Afraid of the dark, and horrible sights.
They think, they can dance, oh gee! my
We all do wish they'd take a back seat.
Some are. short and some are tall,
Look out, Miss Robertson, you're going to
Some are thin and some are fat,
Listen, Daly, you can reduce at that.
Some are vamps — "umm" that's too true,
Look out Irma, Clyde is watching you.
He may have ambitions, now Helen don't
But please don't be in such a rush.
You think we Sophs are awfully proud,
We think you Freshies are awfully loud.
Now Freshies just put "pride" out of
And you'll find we'll treat you pretty near
From the Freshmen
There's been verse about the Juniors
And the brilliant Soph'mores too,
But what about the Seniors!!!
It would fill a book or two!
The "Outcasts", known as Freshmen,
Although in Size they're small,
Have decided that, on the whole,
We don't get notice at all.
That we are turning a new leaf now,
May be a New Resolution,
These little words in the following lines
Are what you may call the solution.
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First, we will say to the Seniors
Who think that they can't be "beat."
"That if you don't give us dance room
We will dance all over your feet!"
Next comes a word to the Juniors,
And the proud, Haughty Sophomores,
"If you don't treat the Freshies with
We will turn the tables on you.
So if you want Stetson a school of peace,
We all must work together,
But if the Freshmen are cast aside,
You will find them as "tough as
Dorothy Burrill, '25.
Spoony ^ _ McCarthy?
Hero Conlon ?
Naughty Bessie ?
Lively , Bertha ?
Carmen Beauty Martha?
Spicy Pep ?
Jazz Twins Angie and Margaret?
Adventuress Lillian ?
Giggling Elizabeth ?
Petite Louise ?
Irresistible Lillian A.
If so then you know our Senior Class.
Buy an Oracle. They go like Hot
Why — Harris is so silent?
Why — Hazel stays at home every night?
Why — Margaret hates to dance?
Why — Dorothy loves Fords?
Why — 'Lillian hates men?
What — makes Mildred so meek and mild?
Why — Bessie cheers for Holbrook?
Why — O'Leary likes to dance in the hall?
Why — 'Elizabeth is always so sad?
Who — 'McCarthy likes?
Who — the latest victim of Angie's Lizzie
Why — Beatrice never sings?
Why — Ruth never knows her Virgil?
Why — Forrest likes third period?
How — Condon escapes detection?
What — makes Louise so large?
What — makes Jimmie like the Freshmen?
Why — Jack hates to argue?
Why — Carrots never gets mad?
If the Senior boys will ever pay more at-
tention to the girls than to the. Fresh-
DO YOU KNOW OUR
Parrot Harris ?
Gum Slot Condon?
Talking Machine. -Raggett?
Cave Man Forrest?
Harold — "Won't you take me for better
or for worse?"
Erma — "I'm sure it would be for bet-
ter, Harold. I couldn't do worse."
You can't tell what kind of wheels a
man has in his head by the spokes that
come out of his mouth.
While in the woods Clyde sat,
He threw a stone at a black and white cat.
But pussy resented and Clyde who re-
Went home and buried his clothes in a
Kiley was doing his Bookkeeping in
Manr.e— — "You're at the head of the
class in Bookkeeping aren't you?"
Kiley — "Yes, I sit in the front seat."
Old lady (at busy crossing to police-
man) — "Officer, do people often get killed
Officer — "No, Ma'am, only once."
"Come here and tell me what the four
"Pepper, mustard, salt, and vinegar,
them's what mother always seasons with."
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"Are you the photographer?"
"Do you take children's pictures?"
"How much do you charge?"
MThree dollars a dozen."
"Well I'll see you again, I've only got
Steward on steamship — "Your lunch will
be up in a minute."
Joe (seasick) — "So will my breakfast."
Heard in French recitation —
Miss Savard — "They all went walking
We wonder how they do it.
The price of sugar is coming down.
The choir will render "Sweet And Low".
"The gown your wife wore last night
was a perfect stunner."
"Well it ought to be, the bill for it
was a knockout."
Lillian — "Mamie, have you any good
Mamie — "Yes, I have four points worth
Lillian — "Pray what are they?"
Mamie — "My two sharp points are my
elbows, and my two weak points are my
Miss Crawley (at end of lesson) — "Now
can any one of you tell me what water
Pupil — "Water's what turns black when
you put your hands in it."
The acquited woman young and pretty
kissed her lawyer.
"Madam", he said, "my stipulation was
that there should be no fee in this case,
you must permit me to return it."
Gavin was strolling out of Room D.
Miss Brennan — "Gavin, come to me —
AND HE DID.
When little Percival arrived at school
on the opening day he carried the follow-
ing note to the teacher, "Dear Teacher:
Our sweet little Percival is a very delicate
child, and if he is naughty, just punish
the boy next to him and he'll be good."
That doesn't work at Stetson High
At a dinner party an old lady of a very
prim and severe aspect was seated next
to a young couple who were discussing
the merits of their motor cars.
"What color is your body," the man
asked the young girl.
"Oh, mine is bright red, and what color
"Mine," replied the young man, "is
brown with yellow stripes."
This was too much for the old lady,
rising from the table she exclaimed to
her hostess: "I really must be excused,
when young people ask each other the
color of their bodies at a dinner party,
it is time I left the room.
Lillian and Beatrice were quarrelling:
B. — "I trust I made myself plain."
L. — "You don't have to, nature at-
tended to that for you."
M. — "You look so absent minded this
morning when I saw you."
L. — "Yes, I was wrapped in my own
IM. — "My, its a wonder you didn't
catch you death of cold."
Forrest." — Would you marry a girl if
her heart was cold as ice?"
Condon — "Yes, but not if her feet
Mamie — "Did you get in before the
storm last night?"
Bessie — "Sure, there is never any
storm until I do get in."
Night Owl — "Set the alarm for two
Roomie — "You and who else?"
"Papa— "Bobbie, if you had a little
more spunk you would stand better in
your calss. Now do you know what
Bobbie — "Yes sir, it is the past partici-
ple of spank."
Professor P. says that if an ism be add-
ed to any word your item may be entered
in a magazine or the Boston American.
We suggest that our history lesson be
Paul — "Yes, my father died and left all
to an orphan asylum."
Bob— "What was it?"
Paul — "Ten children."
You know that every time I get on a
ferry boat it makes me cross.
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Edward Roddan, graduate of S. H. S.
1916, is now teaching at Prince's School,
West End, Boston.
Mary O'Brien, 1919, is teaching at the
West Corner School, Randolph.
Laurence Crovo, '19, is employed in the
office of Lee Higginson, Boston.
Anna Good and Elizabeth Randall,
1920, are attending the Bridgewater Nor-
Walter Carney of 1916, is employed as
teller at the Brockton Trust Co., Brock-
The Freshmen are selling another ord-
er of candy under the direction of Miss
Laura Hill. When this lot is sold there
will be about seventeen dollars in the
The Class of 1925 contributed one dol-
lar to the Red Cross Fund. The students
also contributed their work in canvassing.
A question has arisen as to what to do
with the few class pins that were not
taken by those who ordered them in the
Freshmen Class. Definite decision will
be made at a meeting which is planned
to take place soon.
The class has lost another of its mem-
bers, as Miss Anna Clark has left Ran-
dolph to take up her residence in Brock-
A few of the Freshmen have started
plans concerning a sleigh ride which is
supposed to take place during the Christ-
mas vacation. (If we have snow by that
Common quotations heard among the
Annie Bates — Oh My!
Rose Sullivan — Good Grief!
Mary "Sully" — I'll tell the world!
Florence Thomas — Man Oh Man!
Hilda Diauto — Sweet Daddy!
Richie — Cutie Cutie !
Dum Wilbe — Oh Chase it!
Dot Brennan — Oh Boy!
Helen Hewins — Darn it!
Dot Burrill — Fiddlesticks!
Ellen Sandberg's friends wonder why
she will not play "The Campbells are
If Miss Rich were a boy and Red Dixon
a girl, Dixon would be Rich before long.
Those who know not
And know not
That they know not
Those who know not
And know that
IThey know not
Those who know
And know not
That they know
Those who know
That they know
GOING TO CHINA
Reverand Fr. Celestine a former mem-
ber of Stetson High School is leaving for
China. He has been appointed Superior
over the first band of Passionist Mission-
eries to carry the banner of Christianity
to the Far East.
Fr. Celestine was born in Randolph,
May 12, 1887, and entered Stetson High
School at 12. Here he remained for
three years, when he entered Bryant and
Stratton Commercial School in Boston.
For a short time, he led a mercantile
life but the desire to become a priest
possessed him and he entered St. Mary's
Seminary Dunkirk, N. Y. He made his
profession March 24, 1910 at St. Paul's
Seminary Pittsburgh, Pa. He was or-
dained May 16, 1918, at St. Michael's
Monastery, West Hoboken, N. J.
A gathering of about 600 citizens of
Randolph in Stetson Hall tendered him a
farewell reception and testimonial. He
was presented a purse. There were vocal
number by Miss Mae Morgan a graduate
of Stetson High School.
Fr. Celestine left Sunday, December
11, for the western territory of the prov-
ince of Hannan where he will assume his
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RANDOLPH TRUST COMPANY
A strong established Community Bank
The principle in this Institution is absolute security for the money of its Depositors
Louis E. Flye, President
Philip H. Fraher, Vice-president
John H. Rudderham, Treasurer
Charles D. Hill, Vice-president
John B. Brennan, Vice-president
John V. Donovan, Asst. Treas'r
Hart, Schaffner and Marx
LONG & JOHNSON
RIGHT ON THE LOOP
Brockton . - Massachusetts
A. KAJVE & CO.
Toys and Children's Goods
58 Main Street
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C. Fred Lyons
E C. Young Co.
Hardware, Groceries, Paints and Oils
Agent for Bay State Paint
TURNER LIBRARY BUILDING
Warren St. near Depot, Randolph
Cartwright & Hurley
Undertakers and Embalmers
Ladies & Gents Tailors and Outfitters
MAIN ST., RANDOLPH
Main St., Randolph
C. H. Saunders
MEATS, GROCERIES AND
H. W. French
Lyceum Block Randolph
Dr. J. H. Bussey
Makes Mighty Good Pictures
Main St. Randolph Tel. Conn
RAND STUDIO Holbrook Bldg
153 Main St., Brockton
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Cook fe? I yndall Co.
The Christmas Store
For Women and Children
Tel. 736 1 53 Main Street
Holbrook Bldg. Brockton
CHARLES CROVO Bossi
WHOLESALE * AC
Fruit and Products TailOf
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Make use of that inside fire-place by installing
a Backus Gas Log or a Radiantfire
Brockton Gas Light Co.
OUR PATRONS ARE PROTECTED
AT ALL TIMES
In getting the most for their money because we
are operating under much lower rental expenses
than other stores and the fact that we are satis-
fied on the smaller margin of profit depending on
a large volume of business. We continue every
day in the year to sell the highest standard of
merchandise at indisputably the lowest prices.
James Edgar Company